Unto my friends I give my thoughts,
Unto my God my soul,
Unto my foe I leave my love
These are of life the whole.
Nay, there is somethinga trifleleft;
Who shall receive this dower?
See, Earth Mother, a handful of dust
Turn it into a flower.
Legacies
written byEthelwyn Wetherald
© Ethelwyn Wetherald